Seven Wonders Of The World
Could soon be turned to rubble
There have been some
Political Issues
People getting their mouths into
Trouble

Pictures appear
Of the statue of liberty hiding behind
Redwood Trees
And the pharaohs from Egypt
Trying to hide behind
The Pyrenees

When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.

There’s this piece of paper I own
That I fold and fold until it’s barely there
and I bury it deep within me.
This paper is my enemy
A list filled with questions but no answers,
that you will not answer.

So I fold and fold until it practically disintegrates
As if I swallowed it and the stomach acid made it disappear
But don’t be fooled for it is there
Because I don’t consume it,
it consumes me.
You will not see and you will not know
That this list has surfaced into my mind.
And once it rises to my brain, it’s no longer my enemy
It’s my love
So I fold and fold my 10 dollar bill
And sniff my list of why I hate you
Because I just can’t get enough.

The curse of pain
The curse of overflowing tears
The curse of paralyzing fears
The curse of true love
The curse of being different
The course of dejection
The curse of joy
The curse of pride
The curse of self-expression
The curse of resilience
The curse of soul baring
And
The curse of immortalization
All these are a poet's curse
To these curses I am doomed
But I need no cure
I am blessed to be doomed
I am doomed to be a blessing
Cos I am blessed to be a poet
Dunno about you though???

Her cold hands reach towards the darkness
Longing for the relief that it offers
Fully aware it holds another kind of suffering
But anything would be better than the hell in her head

Life burns
We die
Our wick may be castrated
Or stretched to an ungodly length
Regardless
Life burns

I want to die
I'm afraid to experience
'No life'
Many are waiting
I have many to greet
But
Life goes on
Death goes on
Purgatory is greener than both
But
The taste of stale fire
The last taste being rust
Regrets look on me as I spiral

A lunatic's a lover
And Luna is the moon

Floating in the nightsky
Like a glowing cosmic tune

Yellow for our yearning
Sometimes silver like a spoon

I've even seen her strawberry
But just this once in June

She calls to me in silence
Please come to see me soon

I am her lonesome lover
She is my secret swoon

i'm gasping for air
i'll never get
maybe if you'd miss me you would care.

who am i kidding?

i've been trying to get you to see me
for years beyond years,
but here i am with the sunlight pooling through
and you don't look at me

you never do.